No wasn't something Sasuke was accustomed to hearing, especially not in the course of a fight -- it threw him for a moment, enough that he was frowning as he cut through the new attackers. At their level, it was far too easy to duck into the middle of the cluster and turn their efforts against one another, Kusanagi glinting only a few times in the fray.

The suggestion would only have made sense if L-Elf were completely confident in his own ability to handle ambush in close quarters. Then again, maybe that made sense; with the man's build and what Sasuke had seen of his fighting style thus far, he might very well be suited for precisely that sort of footing. Still, the fact that there was room to disagree in the middle of a fight spoke to a fact they'd both already known -- that the crew, for all its strength, desperately lacked organization.

"Fine," he said, finally, accepting the plan and turning toward what was most likely the captain's quarters, assuming this was just a larger version of the Murderess. "What's your ideal time for me to reach the captain?"